Back on the Agrestic City Council, Doug did the same thing to a guy who wanted to open a gay bar, unfortunately titled the White Swallow. He took the percentage, which was "a sucky choice," because the only "fruits" in Agrestic besides Josh (and that old dude he was fucking) grew on trees. If you're using your head, you know that he means it was sucky for Doug, not for this nameless guy, because obviously you would choose the percentage, because that means you're not stuck with the overhead of making the payment when business isn't great, and when it's booming the trickledown means you won't miss the percentage as much.

Silas is not using his head, so when Jones comes back over he immediately commits to monthly payments. Doug's too stoned to adequately correct Silas or his misunderstanding, but Jones is all "no backsies" and immediately signs off on their application. This will turn out poorly. He throws them a Hang Ten and claims to be "stoked," while Silas stalks off all pissed and dumb, and Doug tries to explain how that just went down, confusing himself more and more.

Nancy's on the couch in her cute PJs, reading What To Expect and being slightly freaked out by Sucio's Sucioness: he kills a mosquito or other insect by slapping it, and then scratches himself absentmindedly. It's pretty bleak. "Okay. Enough. I know your calling card is this whole rugged, unwashed thing. I can't take it anymore." She drags him toward the outdoor shower, ignoring his terrified protests: "Comprendo this."

"Soap. Jabon? Soap. Shampoo, don't really know the word for that. Towel. Don't know the word for that either. Lava. Lava. Sí?" He stares up at the shower; he stares it down. "Como se llama... Loofah?" She rolls her eyes and heads back inside; he snatches at her arm but she tells him to chill, and leaves him alone with the shower. He doesn't take his eyes off it, and very bravely removes his shirt.

Upstairs, Nancy can hear Andy and Jill fucking, and her eyes go wide. Jill says something about rarely coming by fucking, and they laugh, and do it, and Nancy's grossed out. She rolls her eyes, but gets creeped out as the sex gets more and more intense and loud, and eventually she fairly runs back to the porch, loofah in hand.